This is the English version, not the exact translation, of my French fanfic "Un shinobi est un lycéen comme les autres". The updates will follow the ones in French ( as in 'kind of irregular' ).
General warning: Alternative Universe, POV, language, violence, heterosexual and homosexual pairings, mention of drugs and alcohol. The school is mostly inspired by my high school which is a French one, so it may be confusing to understand, moreover I've used a lot of slang in the French version, words that don't exist in English. That said, I will answer to every question you'll decide to ask me to facilitate the reading.
One more thing : I'm French and I'm my own beta. I learn English for eight years now ( with the help of Internet ) so I still got many tense and grammar errors, as well as strange sentences construction. Tell me where and why and I will do my best to enhance the level of my writing. ( I think my title isn't right too.)
The characters of Naruto belong to M. Kishimoto.
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I yawned widely, behind the collar of my sweat-shirt, hidden from the sight of this sadist of a teacher. He didn't even notice, keeping on with his lesson, the class humming softly in background noise.
I rubbed my eyes, yawing once again. Last night hadn't been overbooked and it was only my third hour of class, not normal to be sleepy at past ten in the morning… Blame those stupid guy's lessons… I hate this teacher. What would I gave for a book way more thrilling that those ones we go to study… However, I'm sure this guy could make any book become boring to no end. May someone end our suffering!
I cast a glance around the class to evade the neurons disappearance due to ultimate boredom; you can really cross strange people in this high school.
Like this guy – Zabuza something, don't ask me his name, it has only been a week since school started and I've never paid attention to anything else than my name when calling the roll. This guy is impossible to miss in the hall, I could swear it's a human seized mammoth... Or a mammoth seized human… He must have grown to growth hormones… otherwise, he seems okay.
In the okay guys, there's Asuma, seated near the door, playing nervously with his pen – beware of the nicotine junkie. He's seeing Kurenai I-don't-know-her-name. I usually hang around them since last year; they never ask too many questions.
Ho, the teacher asked something, waiting someone to answer… And who literally jumped from his chair to answer ? The one and only Gai Maito. We and Konoha are lucky there's only one; if there would have had more than one, we would have been charged to eliminate them.
In response, the class smirked, snorted, whispered – minus your servant. Not that I like to attract attention, no, I attract attention enough without meaning to do it – do you know many eighteen-years-old Asiatic guys with silver-grey hair ?- and you'll never heard the sound of my voice in school unless you're asking for a direct and very quick answer. Most people tend to think I'm some asocial or drug addict case; like this same 'most people' think Gai is a nutcase.
The 'most people' here is Itachi Uchiha and his clique. Here's the main reason to why I shut up and take a snooze instead of gossiping and adding my two cents to the rumor.
Itachi… I can't stand this guy since he entered high school. He doesn't go anywhere without his court glued to his heels – we're lucky there is just one of his faithful to put up with in the class… Well, 'lucky'… this guy's skin is blue! And he has a grin which would make a shark proud, impressive enough to make you yell "JAWS!".
The rest which filled the room, was parts of furniture, fangirls in clusters glued to the king's heels or normal people trying not to attract attention. Or not normal people but who tried not to attract attention too.
If you're into statistics, I'd rather like to be put in this last category.
I've at heart to notify that the rest of the day will be ( have been, is ) of the same content. Damned boring.
Roll on the end of the classes. Then I'm finally gonna train. Maybe even with sensei if the evening is quiet.
I caught myself hoping that all the night will be quiet.
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I hate public transports.
But when you live all the way of the other side of Konoha, it's kinda useful.
Okay, I could go as fast jumping from roof to roof, but it wouldn't be that discreet. The people who, randomly, would catch a glimpse of me, would begin to ask questions.
If there's one thing between all we want to avoid, it's civilians beginning to pry into our business.
They don't need to know that a part of Konoha's money came from rather secret sources, nor that what keep Konoha and its countryside clear of troubles, it's the work from the people behind the scene, neither that streets wars remain under covert of darkness because of the rules played when night falls.
They don't need to know that they sleep quietly during night and live without troubles in the day because of the two sides of Konoha ; and we are one of those sides.
In brief, Konoha got cops… but also ninjas.
Yeah, Konoha, unlike many other villages, didn't rejected and killed his past of ninja stronghold. I'm the living proof of that.
High school student during the day, shinobi member of the ANBU in Konoha's service during the night.
Yeah, that's me, the guy sitting close to the exit with a book, the guy with his silver-grey hair in the mug, the guy you don't see the half of his face.
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When I got back home, as usual, the house is as empty as when I left.
It shouldn't surprise me more than that, it's been ten years this hole is empty.
Even before, my father was never here when I get back.
But I still got this strange pang inside when I push the front door, just as if I was waiting for someone to appear, just as if this silence in which I can hear the echo of the creaking door shouldn't exist. Just as if I remembered what it was like to be greeted home, and that everyday this almost memory kept coming back right in my face. In the form of a picture.
I shook my head. Maybe I should get a pet; a dog or something…
The house is always in the same state. Despairingly tidy for 'nothing to put in the way' reason. It's hard to believe that a single guy lives here. There's few personal belongings outside my room. This place could as well be one of those houses furnished but uninhabited, one of those exhibition houses which have never been used.
Fuck to what I'm supposed to do for tomorrow.
Tonight, the walls were too close, the ceiling was too low, the silence deafening – and the pang inside decided to become a ache.
Without going in the kitchen although I was ravenous, I got out of here once my bag threw on the couch in the living – direction the HQ.
I could always grab something from the canteen over there.
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First part of five ( for now) done in French.
Well… if you liked it… if you hated it… let me know it ? ( Anonymous reviews accepted )